Rain and You

I was walking with the blue rain one day.
It was a hot yellow day.
The rain’s talk brought much pleasure for me.
I opened my red umbrella above my head.
The rain felt injured by my strange protection.
He went away with the sad music of his cold drops.

and

I recollected your offence when you did not want
me to save some secrets for myself only.

but

Do you know that I could be cold if
I did not have secret places in my green soul?